This choice: The phone rings, and Miss Tanaka merely nods, expecting you to answer it. • Go Back...Chapter #5The phone rings, and Miss Tanaka merely nods. by: Mr. George   You're happy to show off your Japanese, after a year walking and working around the country, you feel quite proficient.
With crisp perfect tones, you answer the phone take the message. You even make the effort to write it in Kanji and Kana for Miss Tanaka. Integrating in Japanese society was tricky, and you feel a distance even now. Though, as a guy you weren't that tall in your home town, a 'Shrimp', in some opinions, at just over 5' tall, you fit better here. Not towering over everyone like some Gaijin.
A year of eating Japanese cooking, has left you more slender and lighter. Keeping your naturally midnight hair short also helps.
Passing the message to Miss Tanaka, she looks intently at it. You feel her judging your calligraphy, as well as the message itself.
"Are you prepared to try and fit in?" her question feels like the last hurdle, and your funds are running low.
"Certainly." you answer.
With this, she leads you away, you swell with pride. Though, you feel the centre of a lot of attention as you pass row after row of cubicles, some of the office girls smiling at some secret joke. Or perhaps, just surprised by their first gaijin. A man no taller than them, and nothing like the Hollywood heroes, or television depictions of an American male.
Perhaps your own preferences are changing too. As you enjoy the tight clothes of the girls. The shortness of the skirts, accentuating the slight curves. There's barely one with more than a discreet A-cup, but everywhere there's temptation. One girl retrieving a file from a bottom drawer surely can't be that oblivious.
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You let out a low, grunting breath in appreciation.
Others you pass, looking at you, flash a range of emotions: interest, then amusement, then a flicker of pity.
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Some size you up, more dismissively, you assume these are the more experienced managerial women. You hope despite your age, with your varied experiences and background you can soon join their ranks.
"You need to fit in." she reminds you, as she guides you into a quiet room. You only enter a few paces, as the light is off. With Miss Tanaka at your heels, she flicks on the light switch. As the florescent lights flicker on, you see a selection of office appropriate clothes lit up.
As you look around the room, you see the shirts are actually blouses, and as your eyes scan back around, only grey mini-skirts, with no trousers. Shit! you think, only just managing not to utter the word. Though you swallow, as you realise the sizes on the hangers tell you that these include clothes that will fit your build. Most of the office girls, the (other?) office girls aren't any curvier than you. With nearly all proudly displaying their long gorgeous legs.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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